When did the first time you feel your relationship, friendship or marriage, is crumbling?
When did you realize it is time to walk away?
Was it when you accept defeat, that you chose the wrong path, that you did not fight for yourself years ago? That you succumb to other’s words… but words are wind.
They did not listen and in my silence I was stoned.
When did it go wrong, I asked myself.
It was when I did not fight for myself…. And when I finally did, they say I was wrong.
Is my happiness wrong?
A friend asked, what makes you happy? And yet, I could not answer.
I read many scripts, journals, and talked to therapists. And yet, I trembled with doubt and fear.
Words are wind.
He said I was wrong. She said I was wrong. I am the blacksheep of the family; a failure to my parents, the ungrateful wife to my husband, a weird freak looney to my closest friends. If my son could talk, what will he think of me?
“Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds.” -George R.R. Martin.